El Nova si va

Here is a little trivia for those Spanish buffs out there. Apparently, No Va means no go in Spanish. No the bitter irony of it all, has not escaped me. As my brother so unremittingly reminded me as I sat in the Ga Tech parking lot waiting for the damn tow truck to come pick my ass up Tuesday. Yes, the Nova gave up on me again. I've been riding her harder than a virgin on prom night. And it is her way of saying, "Gentle honey your hurting me." So why do I keep her? She isn't a young lass anymore, though she is still hotter than ladies a fraction of her age. She has aged gracefully. But, for what reason do I stay in this relationship that brings me nothing but hardship and pain. When I know she will fail me soon or later again. It is only a matter of time. But, I guess with any abusive relationship there is some return you get that keeps you hanging on wishing for better times. Thinking, he or she will change. The reason why? The Nova is a symbol of something bigger and better. I look at that old rust bucket (thank god cars can't read she'd be so pissed if she read that.) I see seven years of blood, tears, sweat, good times, bad ones, and bonds built. Funny thing, I'm not even a car guy. I am probably hands down the worst mechanic to God graced this good world with. That consequently is why I work with number all day and not cars. But, that car is more than even what I put into it. You should have been part of the thousands of conversations I've had at gas stations all over the USA. (She has been to Cali and back all in one piece) Side note: literally thousands gas stations cause that’s how often I have to fill er' up. But, so many times someone has come up to me and said nice car. And then began to go into a long diatribe about their 69 or 73 whatever they had in highshool or whenever. Or their Dad's car or their brother or good friends. The stories I've heard about gorgeous chevy's with big blocks being wrapped around telephone poles are a dime a dozen. It dawned on me today that the Nova is bigger than even me. It isn't just my car. It is everyone's who ever had a Dad, brother, or friend with a garage and their dream car. But, the truth it is never just about the car. It is about the memories. The time you and your buddy you spontaneously road tripped it in that car. Or just sunny days with the windows rolled down and radio up Or the fact you found common ground with someone special to you over a dumb little machine. That is what the Nova symbolizes. The important things in life. The time spent with close friends, family, and all your loved ones. The special moments in your life you will always remember and the car you drove while doing so. When I pull up in that car windows down, radio up, shades on, fumes spewing; it takes them back and makes the remember the simple things in life. That’s why I put up with this relationship. To date, it is the longest relationship I've ever had and I intend to keep it that way. She has treated me great putting up with too much neglect and abuse. I am not the only receiving abuse in this relationship after all. And regardless of No Va or Si Va. I will always love that damn car.